Nee. You know 'tis his pleasure
I should keep him company.
Guard. I, and should be your own
If you did well too: Lord, I do wonder
At the niceness of you Ladies now a days,
They must have Husbands with so much wit forsooth.
Worship and wealth were both wont to be
In better request I'm sure, I cannot tell,
But they get ne'er the wiser children that I see.
La. Ruin. La, la, la, la, Sol, this Musick breaths in vain;
Methinks 'tis dull to let it move alone,
Let's have a female motion, 'tis in private,
And we'll grace't our selves, however it deserves.
Nee. What say you Guardianess?
Guard. 'Las I'm weary with the walk,
My jaunting days are done.
L. Ru. Come, come, we'll fetch her in by course, or else
She shall pay the Musick.
Guard. Nay, I'll have a little for my money then.
[They Dance, a Cornet is winded.
L. Ru. Hark! upon my life the Knight; 'tis your friend,
This was the warning-piece of his approach.
Enter Old Knight, Witty-pate, Cunningame, Masqu'd, and take them to Dance.